32: We had been traveling
all day since leaving Phari out onto the Lang-ma Plain under a leaden
sky. For some reason this is known as the plain of the Weeping Elephant.
If ever an elephant had come here he would start weeping so bleak and
unfertile it seems. But when you have decided that nothing could be
more unattractive suddenly there is a slight change in the wind, the
curtain goes up. We were not sorry to see the end of the plain of the
Weeping Elephant and you see this splendor of Himalayan snow peaks.
This is Chomulhari.